the mother otp

What? NOOOO NOOO, I’m fine, I’m fine really…

I’m fine 

I’m fine 

I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine

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like son, like adoptive father

reminding clarke that she doesn’t have to bear it alone [2x09/4x06]

anonymous asked:

hey love! i was wondering if you could maybe write a teeny tiny fluffy hannigram ficlet? my mom is in a hospital and i'm having some severe depression/anxiety episodes, so it would really help. you absolutely don't have to, though, love anyway xx

Hello nonny, I’m so sorry about your mom and I hope things begin to look up for the both of you soon. Here is a little thing in which Will and Hannibal find a fawn. I hope you enjoy. <3

They came across the fawn as they walked the dogs in the fields behind Will’s house. She was no more than a week out of the womb. The blood nearby told her story well. Her mother had been taken by hunters.

“What should we do?” Will turned to Hannibal.

“Certainly you’re no stranger to strays.”

Will laughed. “I’m no stranger to dogs.”

Winston sniffed the little deer. The rest of the pack looked to Will, frozen. Hannibal’s eyes too fell on him.

Will sighed. “Let’s take her back to the house.”

The fawn allowed Will to scoop her into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder as they trudged through the field toward the house. In the corner of his eye, Will could see Hannibal smiling.

Back in his own yard, Will laid the fawn down in the grass. She watched Will with her dark and shining eyes. No fear, grateful to have been found.

“She’s going to need milk,” Will said, performing a quick search on his phone. “Goat, apparently.”

Hannibal went into town for the milk and Will sat in the grass with the fawn, the dogs gathering to sniff her all over. Will ran his hands along the skinny slope of her back, connecting the white spots that painted her with the tips of his fingers.

Soon enough, Hannibal returned, a carton of goat milk and a bottle in hand. He had it filled almost as soon as he’d stepped from the car.

“Here you are,” Hannibal said, sitting next to Will and presenting the bottle.

“Thank you.”

Will could feel Hannibal eying him intently as he presented the bottle to the fawn. She sniffed at the nipple and, at the first drop of milk dripping from the tip, hungrily took it into her mouth to suckle.

“She’s going to be alright,” Hannibal said, leaning in, his knee knocking right up against Will’s.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve cared for something so helpless. Most of my dogs have come to me as adults.”

“I’m happy to help however I can.”

Will watched Hannibal watching the fawn suckle. He smiled. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Hannibal said, meeting Will’s eyes. “We are her fathers now.”